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The attack was swift, with gnoll war machines supporting an assault from both demon and gnoll infantry. They swarmed around the camp, intent on cutting off all retreat, constricting the Tempest Brothers Company to the confines of their camp. Without the warning of their attack, there was little that I was able to do. Our forces were marshalled to defend our supplies and other projects that were recently completed. We also attempted to gather what we could from the precious artifacts that gave power others sought to utilize. Unable to really comprehend what was happening, I remembered the times on the Phantom Front. I remember what happened to my soldiers, and vowed to not let it be repeated. I had my ghost regiment begin gathering the supplies that were being defended so valiantly, and carry them aboard the airships we were using. They were our salvation. Should they fall into enemy hands, we were cut off and doomed. As supplies were loaded, I continued to haul them aboard, defending them if need be. We slowly pulled all of our forces back to the airships, getting them aboard. Our enemies were falling just as fast as they were appearing, and it was clear this battle was impossible to win. When the last of the camp's defenders were aboard with their cargo, the ships took to the sky, destination: Gailik. The ride was a quiet one, no one really knew what to say. On one hand, we were alive. On the other, we were just dished one of our first major defeats. We had lost people, yes, but never had we lost ground, territory, our home. A bitter taste filled my mouth. Why was I so useless in this situation? Why had I froze remembering something that happened centuries ago? While I do not have the answers at the moment, what I can say for certainty is this. We'll have to settle for licking our wounds and building our strength before we get our revenge, but we will have it. In the mean time, I believe that we may all be more than happy to spend our time back in civilization, and away from the carnage. At least that's what I hope. | The attack was swift, with gnoll war machines supporting an assault from both demon and gnoll infantry. They swarmed around the camp, intent on cutting off all retreat, constricting the Tempest Brothers Company to the confines of their camp. Without the warning of their attack, there was little that I was able to do. Our forces were marshalled to defend our supplies and other projects that were recently completed. We also attempted to gather what we could from the precious artifacts that gave power others sought to utilize. Unable to really comprehend what was happening, I remembered the times on the Phantom Front. I remember what happened to my soldiers, and vowed to not let it be repeated. I had my ghost regiment begin gathering the supplies that were being defended so valiantly, and carry them aboard the airships we were using. They were our salvation. Should they fall into enemy hands, we were cut off and doomed. As supplies were loaded, I continued to haul them aboard, defending them if need be. We slowly pulled all of our forces back to the airships, getting them aboard. Our enemies were falling just as fast as they were appearing, and it was clear this battle was impossible to win. When the last of the camp's defenders were aboard with their cargo, the ships took to the sky, destination: Gailik. The ride was a quiet one, no one really knew what to say. On one hand, we were alive. On the other, we were just dished one of our first major defeats. We had lost people, yes, but never had we lost ground, territory, our home. A bitter taste filled my mouth. Why was I so useless in this situation? Why had I froze remembering something that happened centuries ago? While I do not have the answers at the moment, what I can say for certainty is this. We'll have to settle for licking our wounds and building our strength before we get our revenge, but we will have it. In the mean time, I believe that we may all be more than happy to spend our time back in civilization, and away from the carnage. At least that's what I hope. | ||
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==Subchapter 12 A: A Wedding== | ==Subchapter 12 A: A Wedding== | ||
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